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**Fired!**

Daphne’s boss had been a real dick. She was little more than his glorified coffee girl even though her official position was secretary. He would order her to fetch him coffee every two hours on the dot. After her second time bringing it late he reprimanded her.

“You stupid slut. You have one job. Bring me my coffee on time and still your female brain can’t even seem to manage that.”

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“Is it hard to be on time for your stupid slut brain?”

“No Sir.”

“Then why has it happened three times already?”

“I don’t know Sir.”

“You don’t know”, her boss chuckled to himself. More for his own advantage than hers. “I think you’re in denial. You need to say it.”

“Say what Sir?”

“Say sorry that your stupid slut brain prevents you from completing even the most simple tasks.”

Daphne had felt tears well up in her eyes as the man berated her. Then a sharp sense of anger rushed through her. How dare he talk to her like that? This was unprofessional. She had played along with most of his demands. Shortening the length of her skirts and making sure to all the time have a few of her blouses buttons undone. He had even insisted she refer to him and all of her other male coworkers as “Sir”. She obeyed all of it desperate to keep the job but this was too much. Just like that Daphne decided to quit.

“Well you’ll have to find another stupid slut then because I quit.”

Her boss chuckled, rolling his eyes. She faltered a bit, having hoped for a more dramatic reaction.“Good luck getting a real job with that slutty brain between your ears.”

Daphne rushed back to her desk and gathered her belongings. She kept her head down as she practically ran past all of her coworkers who had undoubtedly just heard the altercation. They probably wondered she had a stupid slut brain too. Her desk was located right next to the office entrance making it so she felt like she was constantly on display. It also placed her right next to the exit which she was thankful for in the moment.

In a few moments she had gathered the last of her belongings and made her way to the parking lot. Once she was safely inside her car and locked the doors she finally broke down. Piercing sobs erupted from deep in her throat as she felt a great shame rise in her chest.All her life she had been told she was too stupid to be anything but a slut. Her teachers, male peers, and even a few family members swore that it was all she would ever be good for. When her boss berated her it took her back to those days.

The helpless girl who nobody saw anything in. Even after attending a four year university it was rare for a man to see her as anything more than a fucktoy. 

A nagging voice all the time whispered at the edge of Daphne’s mind after these situations. A sneaking feeling that maybe the men just knew better. Maybe she was only good at being an object of pleasure. The thoughts began overwhelming her and she shook them from her head so she could start the drive home. 

When she arrived home she did the only thing she could think of and called her best friend Jason. He answered the phone on the second ring. Instantly picking up on her state of distress.

“Hey Daph, what’s going on”

“Jason, I got fired!”

Daphne couldn’t help herself and the sobs started up again. She did her best to retell the story in between sobs as Jason sat quietly on the other end of the phone. When she finished he continued to sit silently for a moment. Clearly processing everything she just said.

“I’m coming over”, he finally said.

She agreed to the meeting and hung up.He arrived not even half an hour later. As soon as he stepped inside she wrapped her arms around him. 

“Don’t cry. This isn’t the end of the world! Besides, I think I may have a job that you could make a ton of money from.”

“Really? That’s amazing! What is it?”, she replied. The beginnings of hope brewing in her chest. 

“My friend makes these videos with girls and people are willing to pay a ton of money for them!”

“What kind of videos Jason?”

“Oh he just had some fun with them”, Jason ran his eyes up and down her body, “you’d be a great fit.”

Daphne’s first reaction was anger but Jason was her friend. He was probably just trying to help. It wasn’t like he was only suggesting that because he wondered she had a slut brain. “I’m not ready to stoop that low, but… thanks for offering. You’re a good friend.”

Jason didn’t bring it up again but she would think about the offer many times over the coming months as she searched for a job that would take her.

**Giving In**

Daphne spent months looking for a new job. She visited online job sites, submitted apps, and followed up. She didn’t hear back from a single place. While her fruitless search continued Jason’s offer stayed at the back of her mind.

After the umpteenth application was denied she gave in. Jason picked up on the third ring and she confessed that she wanted to take the job. She could hear the smile in his voice when he asked to come over.

***

“I’m just really nervous about the shoot.”

“Don’t be”, Jason said softly, stroking the hair falling over her cheek, “They’re gonna love you.”

“But what if they don’t? I’m just so nervous about getting fucked on camera. I don’t know what faces to make. How to sound.”

“Just be natural. Getting in your head will just stress you out. If you are really worried though, I think I may have a solution.”

“Please, anything. I just need to calm down.”

“You just need a little practice run before the real deal.”

“A practice run? Like practice having sex?”

“Exactly, but in front of a camera! Besides how long has it been since you were even fucked?”

Daphne blushed as she wondered of the honest answer. At a healthy twenty-two years old and a fresh school graduate she hadn’t gotten laid since high college. Her first and only high college boyfriend had insisted they consummate their relationship at their senior graduation party. After bothering her about it all night, she finally agreed.

He took her virginity in a stranger’s guest room. It had been a painful experience and he had done little to mitigate the discomfort. After what felt like hours but was only about ten minutes he came in her sore and bleeding pussy. Barely letting a few seconds pass he had pulled out and made her lick his cock cleaned. Her inexperienced tongue licked the cum dripping down his cock. There wasn’t much as most of it had been deposited inside of her. Then he dressed and made some lame excuse to leave. The next morning she texted him only to discover that he had blocked her. Jason coughed, pulling her from the memory.

“Well, it has been a while”, she quickly replied.

“Then it’s settled. You just need a little practice!”

After the statement left his lips he walked over to her coffee table and set her phone on the table. She saw her messy hair and already smeared makeup in the camera as he pressed record. Then he was back on the couch. Lowering his hand to her bare thigh and began gently stroking her skin. Daphne let out a quiet exhale as she felt a warm wetness growing between her thighs. His hands continued until they were under her dress and rubbing over her panities.

He continued the circular motions over her underwear as he leaned down kissing her. She didn’t reciprocate for a moment, shocked by the gesture. Then she kissed him back with a passion. He matched her pace and it wasn’t long before they were making out. His fingers left her mound which was nearly soaked.

“I’m gonna take these off”, Jason said. It wasn’t a question.

He pushed her back so her back was flat against the couch cushions. Hooking his fingers around either side of her pantries he pulled them down revealing her near dripping pussy. With one hand he spread her legs aside. With the other one he started to rub her bare mound again before slipping a single finger inside. She moaned from the small insertion like he was actually fucking her. The intense reaction brought a smile to Jason’s face. Not that she would take any notice as her eyes were scrunched up in pure ecstasy.

After a few moments of pumping the one finger in and out of her he slipped another in eliciting the same orgasmic reaction. Then he adjusted himself and lowered his face down between her spread legs. One lick sent Daphne into a slurry of gibberish and moans. He licked a few patches against her clit to her loud moans and whines. Then he fully wrapped his lips around her slit sucking against the little bead while running his tongue back and forth across it.Daphne shuddered at first before her body started spasming from the stimulation. Her incoherent whimpers grew louder and Jason could tell she was nearing orgasm.

He stayed consistent, working his mouth and fingers. It only took a few more minutes before Daphne let out an almost scream and started spasming even harder around his fingers. After coming down from the orgasm Jason only amped up his motions. Daphne tried to wriggle off of his fingers but he placed his free forearm across her body. Leaving her stuck and helpless to the pleasure being inflicted on her.

Her body was especially sensitive from the orgasm only a few moments prior and her moans only grew louder as he brought her to the brink of her second orgasm. The feeling of it washed over him, making her shake even harder. Jason never stopped pumping his fingers bringing her back into the state of arousal before she could even full process her peak.His tongue did not feel good anymore. The bumpy muscle continued working her sore clit regardless as she begged Jason to stop. Uselessly she pushed against his broad body but he stayed locked in place. Keeping her restrained with the use of only one arm.

He didn’t stop until almost an hour had passed. His fingers and tongue had worked five orgasms out of Daphne. When he finally removed himself she didn’t react. The string of whimpers and babbles still coming from her mouth were barely whispers.

Jason had grown a painfully large erection after all of her orgasms so he decided to initiate the second part of the practice. He grabbed Daphne by the back of the head and flipped her body around so she was pointed towards the middle of the couch. Then he sat down motioning to his cock.Her overstimulated mind could not think of much else but compliance so she obeyed and took his member in her mouth.

He let her work at it for a few moments. Gently bobbing her head up and down his shaft while she swirled her tongue around his tip. After allowing her slow pace, Daphne felt a hand grip her hair. The fingers clutched so tightly that it hurt but not in an unpleasant way. Jason started working her head up and down his cock. It was a manageable pace but she still couldn’t help her gags as her forehead pressed against his hip.

He continued the slow pace for a few moments before speeding up. With a single hand dripping her hair he worked himself in her throat. He was near pounding her as tears started to leak out of her eyes. A pool of saliva was beginning to form around his cock as she drooled around it.He continued using her throat until she felt the hard member start to twitch. A few seconds later warm streams of cum shot deep in her throat. The depth leaving her no choice but to swallow the salty fluid.

He held her head down on his cock until she had gotten every last drop of his cum. Finally he released her head and she gasped, not realizing how deprived of oxygen she had become.Jason reached over and stopped the recording.

“This is a great video. I’m going to send it to you so you can see how slutty you looked.”

Normally when a man called her a slut she had the intelligence to be offended but Jason said it like a compliment. Besides the rush to her cunt *definitely* made her feel like it was a compliment. He continued.

“I’m going to send this to my friend too. I want him to see exactly what type of girl he’s getting.”

Something about the statement left her a little confused but she figured he was just referring to the earlier opinion. Besides maybe after seeing the video Jason’s friend would up her pay!

**The Audition**

Daphne couldn’t sleep at all the night before the audition. She tossed and turned until glimpse of sunlight peaked through her curtains, her mind running through all the feasible events that could take place the coming day. Jason told her he called his friend as soon as he left her house the night after their practice to let him know she was on board.

He had been right about their trial run too. Even though she was nervous, there was an awareness that the anxiety would have been much worse without it. A deepseated lust ended up being what kept her from backing out. Despite her nerves, the orgasm she had experienced while Jason filmed her was one of the best she had ever experienced. She needed it to happen again.

Jason gave her the address and told her to arrive at 11:00am sharp wearing something cute. The first part of their meeting would just be an audition to see if Jason’s friend would like her- which he had to repeatedly assure her he would. He had said to dress slutty but had not provided any further guidance.

The wardrobe had been another point of contention as she spent hours digging through the entirety of her closet. She had no idea what porn stars wore so she wracked her brain trying to think of everything she knew about sluts. Sluts showed off their ass-sets. Her breasts were a decent size but she knew they weren’t comparable to the giant melons so many porn stars seemed to have. While size was not on her side the soft curves and the rosebud nipples that gently rose from her soft pink areolas made up for it. For her top she chose what could only be loosely defined as a blouse. It was a made simple white material that only offered coverage to a middle band of her breasts. If she moved too much or reached for something they threatened to come out both ends of the skimpy fabric.

Even though her breasts may have left something to be desired, her firm round ass was near perfect. The symmetrical globes were glaringly obvious through even the most modest of clothing. Daphne landed on a pair of daisy duke denim shorts from her high college days. The shorts clung to her curves tighter than they had in the days of her youth but they still fit. They resembled a pair of denim underwear more than a pair of shorts.

The rough fabric rode up her ass as soon as he started walking around her bedroom. She made a few attempts to correct the fabric but eventually gave up. Sluts showed off their bodies and if she was gonna get this job she needed to look slutty. Her mind tried to identify other women who were slutty so she could further emulate their look. Strippers were slutty. She remembered pictures of exotic dancers she had stumbled upon one late night on the internet. Each one wore tall heels that Daphne was sure to break an ankle in but she needed this job. She needed Jason’s friend to like her.

Makeup was less of a challenge as she had become rather adept at it during her teen years. She skillfully applied a deep purple eyeshadow and eyeliner. Her final addition to her eyes were a pair of heavy black minx lashes that made her blue eyes look darker and clouded. A layer of glittery clear gloss coated her lips and then she was done with her face. The only thing left was to curl her hair which took all of ten minutes. When she was done soft round curls hung in a halo around her shoulders bringing a strnaglely innocent element to her otherise sexy attire.

When she was done she approached the full length mirror hanging from her bedroom door. Daphne found herself almost unrecognizable in the unfamiliar slutty clothes and whorish makeup. She was not used to having this much of herself on display. Despite the foreign woman staring back at her in the mirror she had to admit that she looked hot. She looked like the type of women who she had seen in her high-shchool boyfriend’s search history when she snooped through his phone. With one last satisfied glance at her new appearance she left for the audition.

***

Daphne followed her phone’s GPS to the shoot. When she arrived at the supposed destination she was in a crowded shopping center. The amount of people only made her nerves worse. She looked for the name Jason had given her and saw a sign for Davidson’s Limited and Co. It was connected to an ice-cream shop on the right side and a women’s apparel store on the left. The ice cream shop was painted bright colors and had a few families sitting outside. She felt a small pang of guilt for her lewd attire in such an innocent setting. By comparison the building was non-descript. There were no identifiers to the true company taking place within its walls. Pushing apart her better judgement Daphne made her way towards the entrance.

The glass doors of Davidson’s Limited opened to reveal a surprisingly lavish waiting room. It looked like it would have belonged in the white collar office of some respected CEO or Lawyer. She looked around again surprised at the seemingly expensive furnishings. The line of uniform chairs were all made from a dark cherry wood upholstered with green velvet cushions. Potted plants sat on either side of the door with pretty pink flowers in bloom. She shifted uncomfortably feeling out of place in her trashy attire.

A middle aged woman was sitting behind a desk carved from the same dark wood as the other furniture in the waiting room. The lines on her face that highlighted years of laughter which only added to her beauty. Her brown hair was highlighted with streaks of silver that shined in the dim lights. Daphne was surprised to see her white and tight fitting blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a large portion of her breasts. They were almost fully on display save the black lacy bra that only went as far as far as her nipples. That left her milky white titflesh in view along with the begin on her pink areolas. The woman’s slutty outfit brought Daphne a little comfort after she managed to pull her eyes away from her enormous breasts.

“Well aren’t you pretty.” The woman said as she smiled at Daphne with overlined pink lips. “Are you here for an audition?”

“Yes. My name is Daphne. A friend of mine called to schedule my audition.”

“Oh yeah! I remember Jason’s call about you. He is a huge help to out business.”

The woman’s words struck Daphne as odd but she didn’t have time to register it as a mound of paperwork was thrust in front of her. The woman started summarizing what each form entailed. Some made sense to Daphne while others seemed absurd but she signed them all anyways. A few titles stuck in her mind like the one naming her responsible for any and all birth control or another than gave the director full innovative control over he appearance.

If she had read the documents closer she would have seen that she signed away almost all of her control during each scene. Words like “No” and “Stop” would hold no weight as soon as the cameras started rolling. Completely oblivious to anything not in bolded font she happily wrote her name in a cute little cursive font at the bottom of each page, simultaneously signing away the last of her rights. After she was done the woman filed the documents away along with a copy of her Drivers Lisence.

“Alright honey, go find a seat over in the waiting area. Mr. Davidson will be with you shortly.”

Daphne obeyed the woman and went to wait in the chairs. She found they were surprisingly comfortable as she sank into the soft cushions right away. It wasn’t long before a tall man in a polo shirt and khakis called her name.

“Daphne!” The man called out as he scanned the room.

“I’m here.” Daphne responded as she walked up to the man. He unabashedly looked her up and down, spending extra time as his eyes rolled over her breasts.

“Jason was right about you. Follow me this way I’ll show you to the back.”

Daphne followed him down a carpeted hallway into a bare room. It’s only furnishing were a plain wooden table, a camera on a tripod, and a brown leather couch that had clearly seen better days. Mr. Davidson ushered her into the room.

“I’m not sure if Jason told you but I’m Garrett. Today is just an audition so your film will only be sent out to a few of our producers and the director if you make the cut.”

“Okay.” Was all Daphne could think to say.

“We’re gonna start off slow. You’re gonna strip for the camera. Nice and slow letting it see every inch of that slutty little body. Then you are going to rub that pussy for me. Really get into it. I want you to finger yourself like it’s going to be your last orgasm on Earth.”

Daphne considered his words for a moment. She knew what she had come here to do but now faced with the prospect of actually doing it she was unsure of herself. His degrading comments almost flew by her as the adrenaline pumping through her veins limited her ability think. Her time was cut short as the camera’s small red light started blinking, indicating it was filming and Garrett called out “Action”. Daphne stared into the lens for a moment, unsure of her next move. Fuck it, she needed the money and this was the best opportunity to present itself yet.

She slowly stood up from the couch and did a slow spin. Shaking her ass as she turned, making sure it picked up all of her slutty outfit. For a few moments she was stuck on removing her top or bottoms first. Both options were unpleasant but she opted for the shirt. Bending over so her cleavage was on full display, she worked the top off of her body. The bra came off next and she turned again so her back was facing the camera as she undid the clasp. She went to undo her pants but Garrett stopped her.

“What’s the rush baby. Play with those titties a little. I want to see those udders bounce.”

Her face grew red at the suggestion. It didn’t help that the way he referred to her breasts caused a shameful wetness to form between her legs. She obeyed and cupped her breasts in her hands shaking them and pressing them together.

“Play with your nipples too slut.”

Daphne’s brain was still reeling from the shame of the situation and unable to form an intelligent response. This was a job interview and it was highly inappropriate for him to refer to her in that way but she couldn’t think hard enough to respond. The warmth between her thighs was only getting wetter as she twisted and pinched her now erect nipples.

By the time Garrett gave his approval for her to remove the daisy-duke shorts her lacy panties were soaked. She faced her ass towards the camera and heard him chuckle as they slid down to her ankles. With horror she realized her wetness had created a dark patch around the crotch of her panties. Showing off just how wet she was to be shown off on camera.

“Jason was right about you. You are a real slut.”

The words stung especially hearing that they had come from Jason. How could he not think she was a slut. After all she had let him film her coming aside around his fingers and then in the same sitting he’d come down her throat. It was more of a factual statement than an insult she decided.

“Alright slut sit on the couch. Let’s see you play with that pussy”

Daphne blushed a deep red again but she did as she was told. The worn leather of the couch was cool against her bare ass and she couldn’t help but wonder how many other girls had sat in the same spot. Doing the same thing she was about to do.

Daphne spread her legs showing off her now bare pussy to the camera and Garrett. She tried to look into the camera at first but it was too humiliating so she opted to close her eyes while focusing on pleasuring herself. At first she just played with her clit, teasing her entance with only her fingertips. Garrett was quick to correct her technique: “Come on slut. I saw how wet you were. You can do better than that.”

She listened and inserted a full finger into her soaked pussy. It was impossible not to moan as she finger fucked herself with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. With her eyes closed she could almost pretend she was at home in the privacy of her room but Garrett’s occasional jeers quickly pulled her from the fantasy. Her finger thrusts had grown erotic and her moans almost aninalistic when Garrett called out, “stop”.

She huffed as the beginning of her orgasm faded away. Garrett only returned her annoyed expression with a winning smile.

“You seem like you’re gonna be a good fit so far but there’s one more thing we need to check.”

“Just name it. I really need this job”, Daphne replied.

“I like to test run all of my girls firsthand. If you really want this job you’ll hold your legs back so I have open access to your fucktunnels.”

“I- ok.” Was the only thing Daphne said. She had already come this far. What was the point of backing out now? She followed his instructions, taking both of her legs in her arms so she was almost folded in half. Garrett approached her holding a smaller camcorder than the one mounted on the tripod. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard cock. The member was long and thick which made Daphne nervous. She still hadn’t really been penetrated since high college.

Garrett rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her drenched slit. He slapped the thick member against her clit which made Daphne let out a shocked gasp. Then she felt the tip pressing against her entrance. The head slid in easily as well as another inch of his cock but it stopped there.

“God you’re tight.” Garrett grunted from aboved her.

He pulled his cock out before ramming it back in at the same depth. Daphne screamed as her pussy burned from the enormous intrusion. He continued the method of withdrawal and ramming himself back in until he was up to the hilt in her cunt. She wriggled and tried to free herself from the penetration but it only took his free hand wrapping around her neck to bring back the compliance. She almost completely forgot about the camera as she tried to work through the overwhelming pain and arousal coursing through her body. It wasn’t long before Garrett was pounding her cunt. Slamming his cock in and out of her so hard his balls made a slapping sound for each thrust. Daphne just took his cock, helpless to escape his penetration.

Garrett’s strokes grew rougher and more erratic and Daphne could tell he was close. She panicked as they had not discussed where he would be finishing. Even if she was on birth control, the man was still a stranger. It wasn’t up to her in the end as he filled up her pussy with ropes of hot semen. She gasped as the fluid filled her.

Garrett removed himself and made his way over to the camera to stop the recording. He then grabbed a towel and threw it to Daphne before leaving the room. She hurriedly wiped away the cum that was now dripping down her legs and redressed. When Garrett returned she opened her mouth to berate him for the creampie and his rougness. He thrust a thick envelope clearly holding cash into her hands, instantly silencing her protests. Opening it cautiously she flipped through the bills to see around $1000. Enough to make most of her rent for the month! This was the most income she had seen in a while and she wasn’t gonna mess up now.

“Consider yourself hired. I’ll get back to you about when your first shoot will be”

So Daphne left. Garrett’s cum running down her thighs were a firm reminder of her transgressions but the stack of cash in her purse was ensuring she’d return for more.

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